Our House in Texas by [EMAIL PROTECTED] Hi, this is a long story. I will try to condense it. When we first moved to San Angelo, TX, we were leasing a home. I found myself unemployed as I had left my job in Houston to go with my husband who was transferred. At the time we had 2 teenaged sons still at home. My mother was in a nursing home, so that left me alone all day. Everyday around noon , if I was standing at the kitchen sink, I would see a man in a dark suit walk up the walk to the front door. Being alone, I was hesitant to go see who it was. I would go to the door, but there was no one there. And the same thing would happen between 4:30 and 5 PM. I said nothing to anyone about this, as I didn't want my husband to think I was losing it. Then one day I heard my 17 year old son talking to his friend. He told him that there was this man in a dark suit whom he would see walk to the front door but when he went to the door, there was no one there. I was quite relieved to know that I wasn't crazy. Then we would hear someone put a key in the front door lock, but the door never opened. And neither did the storm door. The door bell would ring, no one was there. My youngest son insisted on moving his bed to the other side of the room, something about shadows. things would disappear, and reappear in strange places. One evening as I sat alone, the dog's fur stood on end and he began to growl at the entrance hall. I looked and there was this smokey looking stuff that came together and formed an elongated oval shape and then just disappeared. We bought a home on the other side of the city. It felt warm, and quite homey. Nothing strange was happening here until we repainted the guest room. I went in there to vacuum the following day, and I noticed 2 long rows of wet spots on one wall. I panicked thinking we must have a water pipe that was leaking. I touched one and it felt cold, but not wet. So I pressed a tissue to the wall and it absorbed no moisture. We finally got the spots covered, but it took two coats of bleed check and a lot more paint to do it. I would get this cold feeling. Felt like I was being watched. The cats would bat at things in the air that were not visible. The guest room wall remained a mystery. There was one spot on it that felt electrically charged. But it really wasn't. Things would disappear and reappear in strange places. For instance, once when my husband was packing to go to a seminar, he was taking new toiletries out of their wrappers and packing them. He left the wrappings on the bed. I was there with him. He took some cash out of his pocket and handed it to me. I told him to put it in my purse, which was on my dresser. I watched him do it. I then gathered up the wrappers to take to our bathroom and throw in the wastebasket. When I went to drop the paper in the basket, the money was in the trash, all crumpled up. the door bell would ring, and no one would be there. One day a blue car came up our drive way and the doorbell rang. The dog barked and ran to the door and I followed. Through the door glass, I could see a plaid shirt on a man. I opened the door and there was no one there, and there was no car either. My daughter in law told me that (and I had not mentioned any of this to her) as she was about to put her arm around me in the kitchen, something pushed her away, something that felt cold. And my other daughter in law said flatly that she would not be staying in that guest room ever again. Didn't want to discuss it. the stove would be turned on mysteriously almost causing fires. the list goes on and on. I was almost glad to move to Oklahoma just to get out of that house. And all was fine here for the first couple of months. Now its starting here. Things are disappearing and haven't even started to reappear yet. The cats see something that isn't there, and I feel like I'm being watched again. Even getting the feeling that I am blanketed in something cold as ice. In Texas, at one point, we set the tape recorder up and for the most part, there was nothing. Except in the middle of one tape, there was this moan. Really eerie. We originally came from Pa, where we lived in an old Victorian home that was built in 1832. There were things in that house, especially at night, when you could hear voices, but could never quite make out what they were saying. And footsteps in the hall. We all heard these things, but figured a house that old has a lot of history, some of it is bound to have stayed there. But these homes I'm referring to are relatively new homes. Our present home is 15 years old. Any input would be appreciated. Oh, I forgot to mention that one time I was running the vacuum sweeper (at the Texas home) and it was not plugged in. I know that sounds crazy but it happened. And something else, in Texas, my husband and I would think we heard the other one calling but actually neither of us had spoken. And a man's form would appear outside the shower when I was showering. There were times when I know I saw my husband walk into the room or come down the hallway, but he wasn't there. You know there are times when I feel like all of this must be a dream, but its not. It really happens. Would just like to know if it could have followed me here.
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